I was sitting on the lounge chair outside on the deck when my boyfriend of four years, Shawn Mendes, stepped outside. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead.

"Hi baby boy." I said.

"Hi honey. Can you come inside with me please? We need to talk." Shawn asked and said. My heart started to race. I didn't move.

"Are you about to break up with me?" I asked. Shawn shook his head violently.

"No no no baby, I could never break up with you. I just need to talk to you about something." Shawn said. I stood up, took his hand, and went inside. We sat on the couch.

"So what's up?" I asked. Shawn paused.

"Your mom called. Aunt Millie passed away." He said. I broke down crying.

"No, that can't be possible. She was so healthy." I said. Shawn held me.

"I know she was, and I hate to say this, but she's gone honey." Shawn said. I cried harder. "I love you baby and I'll always be here for you. I'll go to the funeral with you if you want me to." He said. All I could do was nod. I couldn't even talk because I was crying so hard. Shawn rubbed my back. I finally calmed down enough to talk.

"I love you too. Please come with me. I don't think I'll be able to get through the funeral without you." I said. Shawn nodded.

"Whatever you want pretty girl." Shawn said. I smiled a little.

"I, um, I need to get an outfit ready but I don't have any black clothes." I said.

"I'll take you shopping." Shawn said.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." I said.

"No I want to. You need me right now." He said. I nodded and put my head on his chest. He rubbed my back. The next day Shawn and I went shopping and he bought me a black dress even though I wanted to pay but he insisted. The following day was the day of the funeral. Shawn sat next to me and held me as I cried throughout the service.

For the next few weeks I wandered around the house aimlessly. I tried to read but couldn't focus on the words. I took what would probably be considered too many naps so I wouldn't have to deal with the sadness. Shawn would hold me as I cried myself to sleep. I didn't eat much and lost weight. Shawn and I were sitting at the dining room table when he put our dinner, spaghetti, on the table. I pushed it away from me a little bit.

"I'm not hungry." I said.

"Baby you have to eat. You not being hungry is the grief talking. Please eat honey, I don't like the fact that you haven't been eating much lately." Shawn said. I nodded and picked at my food, slowly but surely eating it. Shawn finished way before me, but still sat at the table.

"You don't have to sit at the table with me since you're done. Go ahead and watch the tv or something honey." I said. Shawn shook his head.

"No, I want to be with you." Shawn said. I broke down crying. "What's wrong my love?" Shawn asked.

"I'm just so scared that you're going to get sick of me moping around and break up with me." I said.

"Oh honey I could never break up with you. I love you too much for that to happen. Baby, you're grieving. This is completely normal, okay?" Shawn said and asked. I willed myself to stop crying and nodded.

"Okay. I love you so much Shawn. Thank you for being there for me." I said.

"I love you too. You're welcome Y/n. I will always be here for you, I promise." Shawn said. I finished eating and Shawn and I cuddled on the couch.

"Shawn?" I asked as my head rested on his chest as we laid on the couch watching a Harry Potter movie. Shawn looked down at me.

"Yes love?" Shawn asked.

"How am I going to get out of this funk?" I asked. Shawn kissed the top of my head.

"Well, I could help distract you. You know what? Let's go to that big park that you like tomorrow. We'll go for a hike on one of those nice trails. Does that sound good?" Shawn asked. I nodded my head against his chest.

"Yeah." I said. The next day we did just that, holding hands the whole time. A few months later I drove to Aunt Millie's grave without Shawn. I noticed that there was a headstone there, and when I saw the dates on it, I broke down crying. I called Shawn.

"Hi honey, what's up?" He asked.

"Can you please come to the cemetery?" I asked, still crying.

"I'm on my way, stay where you are." Shawn said.

"Okay, I love you, bye." I said.

"I love you too, bye." He said. I sat down in front of the headstone and decided to talk to Aunt Millie.

"Hi Aunt Millie, it's me. I miss you. Shawn's on his way. I'm so glad that you two got the chance to meet, even if it was just a couple of times. I can't believe your headstone came in so soon. I love you." I said. I heard someone sit down next to me, and when I looked over and saw Shawn, I jumped.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you baby. I heard what you said. I'm glad I met her too. I love you honey." He said to me.

"I love you too. It's important to me that you meet the important people in my life." I said. Shawn nodded and put his warm lips on my forehead to place a small kiss there.

"Do you want to be alone with the stone or do you want me here?" Shawn asked.

"Would you mind sitting with me please? You don't have to if that's too weird for you." I asked and said.

"No I wouldn't mind. That's not weird at all. Can I tell you something?" Shawn asked. I nodded.

"Of course. Anything." I said.

"I miss her too. I know that I didn't know her as well as you did of course, but I do miss her." Shawn said. Tears sprang to my eyes, which Shawn wiped away. He kissed my forehead again.

"I know that I already said this, but I love you." I said.

"I love you too Y/n. We can stay here for as long as you would like." Shawn said. I nodded.

"I think that I'm ready to go home. I just wanted to visit her." I said. Shawn nodded, stood up, and reached out his hand so he could help me stand up. He walked me to my car before getting in his and we drove home.

"Are you tired?" Shawn asked when we both got inside. I nodded.

"Yeah. Are you?" I said and asked. Shawn nodded.

"Yeah. Let's go take a nap." Shawn said as he held my hand and guided me up the stairs. When our hands touched, I felt sparks shoot through me but I felt safe and warm at the same time. We crawled into bed and got under the covers.

"Shawn?" I asked.

"Yes darling?" Shawn asked. I love it when he calls me darling. I smiled.

"Can I tell you about a conversation that I once had with Aunt Millie?" I asked. Shawn nodded while looking at me with nothing but love and adoration.

"Of course." He said.

"It was the first time that you guys met and you were off talking to my cousin Sam. I was sitting with her and she pointed at you and said that you were a keeper. She could tell that you loved me just by the way that you looked at me, and she said that our babies would be beautiful. She patted my hand and said 'Don't worry, I'll be there at the wedding.'" I said. Shawn smiled, and it looked like he had tears in his eyes.

"That's amazing. I wish she could be at the wedding. I'll propose soon, I promise. Our babies will be beautiful all because they'll look like you." Shawn said. I smiled again and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I want our babies to look like you. I can't wait to marry you someday." I said. Shawn rested his forehead against mine as our heads rested on the pillows.

"You're going to look so beautiful in that white dress. Or pink dress. Whatever you want. You are beautiful, my love. Now, do you think that I'm a keeper?" Shawn said and asked. I nodded my head.

"Definitely. You're the love of my life. I love you so, so, so much. I don't know what I would do without you." I said.

"I love you too, very much so. I don't know what I would do without you either but we're never going to have to worry about that, okay?" Shawn asked. I nodded.

"Okay. Shawn?" I asked.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Thank you for helping to pull me out of the grieving depression funk that I was in." I said. Shawn smiled at me and kissed me.

"You're welcome honey. Now come on, let's rest." Shawn said. I nodded and we fell asleep holding each other, our foreheads resting against together. I love Shawn so much and I'm so grateful for him.